Dipper Pines

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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
merakisphere
merakisphere

Betcha didn't know these 3D Fidget Blooms once were treasures. A once popular toy enjoyed by those born in the 1900's, survived the test of time as a toy for fidgeting, ornamental piece, and fashion accessory.

It's difficult to find 100% handmade versions of these brilliant multifunctional toys in 2023. Luckily, I've spent the last half decade crafting these to keep this traditional handmade piece alive.

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bebx

I am almost absolutely sure that Henry Creel / Vecna canonically can’t drive, because he’d been locked inside the Lab since he was like 12 and his life has been literally shut off from the outside world ever since.

also thinking about how Max is canonically terrible at driving.

so yeah… between Henry and Max, who’s worse at driving? (poll below because why not?)

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VOTE THE ✨WORST✨ DRIVER

Henry Creel / 001 / Vecna

Maxine “Max” Mayfield

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crisisinverted17

The shoddy water fountain in the gymnasium stops working mid year, and the principal has found out about Eddie skipping and has assigned him someone to escort him to gym.


He’s has to do some suicides since he’s skipped so much and afterwards he’s exhausted. He needs water.


Except he didn’t bring a water bottle, and none of his friends are with him because this is senior gym. He looking for a stray un-opened water bottle, because Mr. Howard definitely isn’t gonna let his go back to the actual school for a fountain when Steve Harrington approaches him and offers his water bottle.


He eyes it suspiciously, “What’s in there?”


Steve raises a brow, “Water?”


“Could be poison, I’ll take my chances without it.”


“Here, look,” He flicks open the lid and throws his head back, taking a sip. Eddie watches his adams apple bob. Finally, the guy pulls away and wipes at the stray drops on his lips. “See? Not poison.”


He tilts it his way, and he can hear the water sloshing inside, and the clunks of ice against the metal.


Ice cold.


He grabs it, and tentatively takes a sip. It’s somehow the best water he’s ever had. He almost downs the whole thing before he remembers theres still half an hour of gym left.


“Shit, thanks man.”


Steve shrugs, “It’s no problem.”


And then it continues. Everyday without fail, he’d be without a bottle, and the water fountain would still be broken, then Steve would come to his rescue with ice cold h20.


Does this guy ever get sick?



During the last week of school, and his last day of gym, Steve approaches him, backpack still on. “Hey.”


He gives him a half-hearted wave. Steve shifts his weight onto his other foot and tales the bag off his back.


“I’ve uh, got you something.” He unzips the bag, and inside is a metal bottle with packaging still on it, he hand sit to him.


He examines it, and it’s the exact same brand as the other one.


“I don’t know where you’re going, or if you even are, but I thought you could use one to take around.”


“Are you serious?” Steve nods, “Yeah.”


“Thanks,” He tilts the bottle so it’s pointing at the other guy, “But uh, I feel kinda bad, didn’t get you anything.”


“Nah, those five colds I got from you were enough.”